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    Mikah Nine / Lyrics

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    "Haiku d'Etat" Lyrics

    Mikah Nine feat. Abstract Rude and Aceyalone

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    It's not a problem that I can't fix
    'cause I can do it with my bag of tricks
    they're playing for keeps and for kicks
    but they're building with popsicle sticks instead of bricks
    the time ticks, the atmosphere gets thick
    I breathe in, it makes me sick to my stomach
    if you got any kind of fix I want it
    sometimes I think the attic's haunted
    but it's not, it's just me
    so I keep strutting and keep pushing my buttons
    but I'm not about to be pushed over the edge
    I made this pledge
    not by you, my brother or by Sister Sledge
    now I know that I'm not your boss
    and I'm not trying to floss or come across lost
    I wipe the frost until the glass is clear
    and I exhaust the possibilities of showing fear
    'cause the bigger the scare, the heavier the tear
    and the wetter the drop and then you flood the crops
    and we just don't want to be flooded
    we cut it when we can't cut it we strutted we stay budded up
    we keep it up and cut it up until we gotta shut up

    Chorus (x2):
    Haiku De Tat, make my music for the people who want to get down

    Abstract Rude:
    It ain't a lunch time I like to miss
    I ain't a punch line type lyricist
    and if you had beef you'd fight with your fists
    my people suffer from lack of knowledge and righteousness
    streets so wild we developed a frown
    and a keen sense for knowing when it's going down
    play it cool
    say some shit that surprise me, my face don't change
    serious 'bout them chips like a poker game
    I come frequently like these Oakland trains
    I freestyled it in a show and never wrote it the same
    Aaron Pointer came to reign and say something
    Eddie Hayes stays a little ways from me
    the west side combination is legendary
    home studios, cause by any means necessary
    completed projects is my productivity
    gimme food smoke and electricity
    and if the power is ever cut off
    I got a generator up in the loft
    to stay energized, my music finds a way
    to survive through the times and with the kinds today
    L.A., what a wild place to be
    styles by Ab, Mike Troy, and A.C.E.


    Mikah 9:
    Indeed, indeed, Haiku De Tat what we could do witcha'
    men at peace for y'all to call entities
    quicker on the draw the sickest thing that you ever saw
    so for all our trees grow and grows in my backyard
    remember me, sometimes I like to act hard
    that's just it, it's an act but don't confuse that
    if you choose to chit chat with a mack fully packed
    you're bruised, black, blue and blurple
    you'd never get a chance to bust back
    I don't have to be rappin' or dancin' in a circle
    to make the people react
    I could be enjoying the be -boying
    I'm already on the map and made my money living fat
    no need to profile and flash stacks
    I'm way past that
    Master Card and a little cash for snacks
    munchies, after partaking from breaking nugs
    down out of fat bud stash stacks
    ahh, I do my floor work on linoleum
    exploring the crevices of my woman's ass crack
    I rhymin' in the SF studio on Napoleon
    and I really love this jazz track
    I'm running game now I'mma win
    I'm on my last lap
    you want to dance with me?
    fast tap chance jacking for ASCAPs, checks, advance
    and that's wack, I mash back

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Aaron Joseph Pointer, Adrian Burley, Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, Michael Troy.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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